The real pleasure of being Mick Jagger was in having everything but being tempted by nothing ... a smouldering ill will which silk... clothes, fine food, wine, women, and every conceivable physical pampering somehow aggravated ... a drained and languorous, exquisitely photogenic ennui.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Wit is a lean creature with sharp inquiring nose, whereas humor has a kindly eye and a comfortable girth. Wit, if it be necessary,... uses malice to score a point--like a cat it is quick to jump--but humor keeps the peace in an easy chair. Wit has a better voice in a solo, but humor comes into the chorus best. Wit is as sharp as a stroke of lightning, whereas humor is diffuse like sunlight. Wit keeps the season's fashions and is precise in the phrases and judgments of the day, but humor is concerned with homely eternal things. Wit wears silk, but humor in homely-spun endures the wind. Wit sets a snare, whereas humor goes off whistling without a victim in its mind. Wit is sharper company at the table, but humor serves better in mischance and in the rain. When it tumbles wit is sour, but humor goes uncomplaining without its dinner. Humor laughs at another's jest and holds its sides, while wit sits wrapped in study for a lively answer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Did you ever hear the story about the fighter that was losing badly to the other guy? He's getting the hell kicked out of him and ...he comes back to his corner between rounds and his manager says, "Keep up the good work, kid, because the other guy isn't laying a glove on you." And the fighter says, "Then you'd better keep your eye on the referee because somebody is kicking the shit out of me."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The river's tent is broken; the last fingers of leafClutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind...Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette endsOr other testimony of summer nights.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

When he became all eye when one was present, and all memory when one was gone; when the youth becomes the watcher of windows, and ...studious of a glove, a veil, a ribbon, or the wheels of a carriage, when no place is too solitary, and none too silent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curt...ains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel--or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Delusions that shrink to the size of a woman's glove,Then sicken inclusively outwards:.... . . the incessant recitalIntoned by reality, larded with technical terms,Each one double-yolked with meaning and meaning's rebuttal:For the skirl of that bulletin unpicks the world like a knot....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »